The so-called everything is ready, and only the drama of Dongfeng is on as promised.

Shen Canglan's heart was still uneasy.

Although he and his second uncle Su Meixiang repeatedly deliberated on the preparations for the entire funeral process, he also made proper arrangements according to Su Meixiang's requirements.

But he always felt like he was missing something.

The uneasiness in his heart prevented him from making effective progress while practicing in his father's room.

With Su Meixiang seriously injured in bed, his task becomes even more difficult.

Taking advantage of the sleepless night, Shen Canglan gathered all the brothers and sisters in the middle courtyard in the open space of the martial arts training ground in the middle courtyard, and taught them to practice swords and palm techniques with great interest.

In an instant, the sound of the rushing palm shadow and the sound of the sword diffused in the sky above the martial arts training ground.

I saw the summer and autumn cicadas slowly entering, came to Shen Canglan's side, and saluted:

"Young master, the hour is coming, you see?"

"Okay, everyone, listen to my orders and set off immediately. ”

When Shen Canglan heard this, he stood on the high platform of martial arts training and shouted loudly.

All the brothers and sisters carried Shen Henian's coffin according to the deployment, slowly walked out of Canglong Villa, and went to the back mountain to look at the wind cliff.

For a time, the mournful sound of Lile and the sad voice of Shen Canglan and his family members came and went one after another on the way to Canglong Villa.

The atmosphere is still strong, the sadness is hot, and it can be described as painful!

Except for Yin Wanquan, who was ordered by Shen Canglan to lead more than 20 people in the village to guard in front of Su Meixiang's house to ensure its safety, the rest of the people went with the funeral procession to look at the wind cliff.

On the official road leading to Canglong Villa, Gong Ruoxin took Fang Zhong to ride a horse and hurriedly entered, and was rushing to Canglong Villa at the speed of Wu Baili in one day.

On the bank of the Lingshui River downstream of the ferry, the old woman had taken Lu Ling'er to the shore, only to see Lu Ling'er staring at the water intently, as if she had thought of something.

The old woman stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, and said with concern:

"The girl is worried about her family?"

Lu Ling'er turned around when she heard this, and looked at the old woman suspiciously:

"Auntie, how do you know?"

"The old woman has been on the boat for decades, and what kind of guests have not been seen. Besides, your longing eyes have already betrayed your body and mind!"

The old woman said quietly.

It seems that her experience is like the wrinkles on her face, which is timeless, fairy and bonely, and she can know everything about the world without figuring it out.

"Oh, so my aunt has always been boating for a living?"

Lu Ling'er's words were listened to by the old woman in her heart.

But she didn't speak, just nodded in agreement.

"But I see that the eldest lady's light achievements have few opponents in the rivers and lakes, why are you willing to become a fisherman and a boater for a living?"

When Lu Ling'er heard this, she was interested.

"Little girl, everything has its raison d'être, for example, if you are worried about whether your family will be implicated because of you at the moment!"

The old woman's words, every sentence from the bottom of her heart, made Lu Ling'er listen more seriously.

"Then according to the eldest mother, will my family suffer because of this?"

Lu Linger said, looking at the old woman with a serious face.

"No! at least not for the time being!"

The old woman's words made Lu Linger like it very much.

But I still want to ask, "Why?"

"Because your true destiny is yet to come. ”

The old woman said solemnly.

Lu Linger listened to it in her ears and thought about it in her heart.

But I heard Lu Ling'er calling:

"Auntie, I'm going to go first, farewell!"

"Girl, you don't have to be so stubborn, but if you go this time, your life may be in danger. How about I advise you to stay with me for a few days, and let the old woman perform a few hexagrams for you?"

What Lu Ling'er didn't know was that it was rare for an old woman to speak out and keep people.

"Thank you for your kindness, if I don't go, I'm not sure. ”

Lu Ling'er said.

"Well, the number of fates is determined by heaven. Come, girl, the old woman will give you something, hoping to keep you safe. ”

The old woman saw that Lu Ling'er had made up her mind, so she had to give Lu Ling'er the breeze chimes she was carrying.

Under the repeated persuasion of the old woman, Lu Linger put the breeze chime on her waist, bid farewell to the old woman, and went away on a raft.

On the Wangfeng Cliff, everyone is already in place, and as soon as the hour comes, the funeral ceremony can be carried out.

More and more chivalrous people rushed here to pay their respects.

Among them, there are many people who are highly respected in the rivers and lakes, such as Mr. Mu.

Shen Canglan and Xia Qiucian glanced at each other, motioning to observe the every move of the people present.

The two of them are bright and dark, which can be described as relaxed.

As long as there is action among the people, they will be able to anticipate the enemy and take the lead.

Seeing that the hour of three quarters of noon was approaching, everyone became extremely nervous.

Mr. Mu was entrusted by Su Meixiang to preside over the funeral, and his mood was extremely heavy.

What is hateful is that time is like a gap, and it has been three o'clock in the afternoon in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Mu said:

"The hour has come!

Everyone stepped forward one after another, bowed and thanked them, and bowed three times in total.

"Burial ......"

Mr. Mu let out a long call.

Unexpectedly, a voice came from far and near:

"Wait!"

Everyone cast their eyes on, only to see Gong Ruoxin descending from the sky, falling behind everyone, and slowly walking forward.

Fang Zhong followed.

Seeing this, Shen Canglan said, "Lord Gong, who are you?"

"Oh, as a member of the government or a member of Huanhuamen, now that the owner of Shen Zhuang has unfortunately passed away, I have come to worship. ”

If Gong Ruo's new words come, his words are earnest.

"Please!"

When Shen Canglan heard this, he had no choice but to let him go forward to worship.

After the palace was finished, he said to Mr. Mu:

"Mr. Mu, please!"

Seeing this, Mr. Mu called:

"Up!"

"Fall!"

I don't want a voice to come through the sky:

"Slow!"

The black-robed guest came in the air and landed on Shen Henian's coffin.

Shen Canglan was angry when he saw this: "It's you again!"

If he unfortunately dies, I will bring him the heir of the owner. Just while everyone is here, I have a handwritten letter from him here, how about I read them out one by one in front of everyone?"

The words of the black-robed guest made everyone confused, and they began to talk left and right, pointing and pointing.

"Joke! How could my father make such a covenant with you, and how could he leave a will, it's a fantasy!"

When Shen Canglan heard this, he couldn't help but retort.

"Yes, since the young farmer has doubts about this letter, you might as well see if this is the handwriting of the Shen villager?"

The black-robed guest said, took out the letter from his bosom and handed it over. Shen Canglan took the book cover and looked at it carefully, and there was no doubt that it was his father's handwriting.

Just when Shen Canglan was hesitating, the black-robed guest snatched the letter from Shen Canglan's hand, opened it, and four big characters jumped on the paper, saying: "Funeral, bury you!"

Written underneath is a passage full of suspicion about the identity of the black-robed guest and the agreement to be forced to write down the alliance under the city.

The black-robed guest hesitated and did not come openly.

provoked the crowd to shout: "Say! What is written?"

Seeing this, Shen Canglan took it from his hand and read it out word by word:

"Funeral, bury you!"

“......”

Puzzled everyone.

What the hell is going on? Suddenly it became a footnote to this elaborate plan, so that no one could get out of it.